cunnie

Dear ....

i love you. i love how you talk, how you look and how you move. i love the way you call me on my fuck ups and tell me to calm the fuck down. you are the nicest person i have ever met and it isn't just to me but to my daughter as well. her dad sucks and you know it but you aren't trying to take over. i respect your respect. i love you but i feel like i shouldn't; mostly because i'm a bid ol' scaredy cat and i don't want to get hurt. you joke about marriage, and i know you're joking but i wish it was truthful. i wish i could tell you that if you asked me to marry you right now i would say yes. you're taking me to ireland and london, places i've wanted to go for soooooooooo long and you're helping me do it. i love you for helping me achieve goals. i love you for being an ass to me when i deserve it and calling me onmy bitchiness and i love you for understanding that i'm a neurotic bitch that needs to yell, scream, cry, and fight every once in a while for no apparent reason. at least the sex is great after.
Love,
Mal